Brandon Twice
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Unit 13
🕑 Added 2021-04-20 04:02:46 +0000 UTC6 word request: Wish Makes Artist’s size morphs reality
With an hour until the model was supposed to arrive for his photoshoot, Smitty decided to take a look at the new photo editing software Dominick had sent over. “Wish?” Smitty said as he read the software’s name. “I thought that was just an app to buy stuff from China that shows up in two months.”
The file installed quickly--not a good sign, Smitty thought--so he poked around. Visually, the editor looked sloppy and “homebrew” like it had been programmed by some twenty year old in a dorm room. “How much fucking memory is this sucking up?” Smitty wondered aloud as he witnessed a minor delay in the cursor moving across the screen.
He quickly dialed up Dominick to voice his displeasure. “Thing seems like a bust, man,” Smitty said. “You didn’t pay any money for this, did you?”
Dominick chuckled. “Trust me, buddy. This thing is black market, super secret, and yeah… I paid a BUNDLE for it. Only reason I shared it with you is because you’re the best photographer in the business. Once you take it for a test drive, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”
Smitty raised an eyebrow at the cheesy software; the font in the toolbar was in Comic Sans, for chrissake! “I’ll pass, bud, but thanks for thinking of me.”
Dominick laughed again. “Your call, but believe me… you’re missing a major opportunity if you don’t even give this Wish software a try. Don’t you have a shoot in an hour? Use it to edit that model’s pics. You’ll see. Trust me.”
Smitty sighed. Dominick was the first person to call when Smitty needed some quality cocaine or a VIP pass to a new club, but he was involved in so many shady dark web dealings, Smitty was wondering if he’d lost his touch with reality. Still, because he still had time to kill before the model--a bodybuilder named Lee Van Oss--showed up, he figured he’d load up one of Lee’s photos to see what this Wish app could do.
“Wow, morphing is easy,” Smitty said aloud as he tweaked the photo of Lee, a beachside shot of the broad-shouldered, muscular bodybuilder hitting a double biceps pose. With a few clicks he’d shrunken the already narrow waist of the superheavyweight by about a third. “Wow, poor guy would topple over if his middle was this tight,” Smitty chuckled. “Thing about you, Lee,” he said to no one in particular, “is these big muscletits of yours. They could be MUCH, MUCH bigger.” With ease, Smitty enlarged Lee’s pecs in the photo until they were absurdly massive balloons, obscuring the 25 year old blonde’s entire torso. “Ha! That actually looks kind of realistic,” Smitty noted. Maybe this Wish software was worth keeping around after all.
Smitty clicked SAVE and turned off his laptop. He decided to make sure his equipment was set before the big musclestud showed up. He was surprised when his phone lit up with Lee’s name. He was sure he’d texted the building’s access code when he sent over the contracts.
“What’s up big guy?” Smitty said.
“Uh, yeah, uh… I had a feeling this was going to be a problem,” stammered the stud on the other end. Lee was not only a massive 260 pound bodybuilder, he was also incredibly beautiful, with deep dimples, an angled jaw and bright blue eyes. At a glance he was genetically flawless, and he knew it; Lee walked around with the air of a gladiator, as if the whole world was there for his conquering. His sudden shaky tone and stuttered speech seemed shockingly out of character.
“What, is the door code not working?” Smitty asked.
“No, it’s just… I mean, you know, because of my… dimensions… certain spaces aren’t easily accessible by me. I thought when you saw my photos you would have made accordances for that.”
Smitty stood silently, confused, before he shrugged it off. “How about I come open the door for you?” he offered. Lee meekly accepted.
“Dumb fucking musclehead,” Smitty said as he stomped down the hallway. “Or overgrown prima donna. Or both!” His irritation vanished when he opened the door--replaced by pure shock.
Lee stood outside the door in an oversized t-shirt; Smitty estimated that it had to be at least a 5XL, if not bigger. That he was clothed was shocking by itself; Lee walked around shirtless often, relishing in every moment he was able to flaunt his physique. But the t-shirt Lee wore looked like a small tent, hanging off a shelf of pec muscle that couldn’t possibly be real.
“See, doors this size really can’t accommodate someone with my pectoral development,” Lee said, staring down into his gargantuan muscletits, shoulders slumped.
Thinking on his feet, Smitty gestured to the alley next to the building. “Here’s an idea, big fella,” Smitty offered. “We’ll do the shoot in the alley. I’ll move my stuff out there. We’ll get some great poses. Maybe have you lifting a dumpster or something?”
Lee considered the idea, then finally nodded. Smitty nearly skipped on his way back inside, pausing by his laptop at the open Wish software. “Let’s see… undo changes?” The option was greyed out, inaccessible, as was the “undo” arrow. “No ‘Revert’ option?” he wondered, still in shock that the changes he’d made to Lee’s photo had somehow warped the man’s body.
“Looks like I can’t undo anything after I save it,” Smitty figured out. He slapped the laptop shut and jogged outside with a camera to photograph the absurd looking behemoth he’d somehow created.
“I’m gonna need some help with my shirt…” Lee said, holding his thick arms up like a child waiting to be undressed for a bath. Smitty grabbed the fabric and pulled, his eyes getting wider as it slid off Lee’s massive body. Underneath was exactly as Smitty had imagined, with a waist as big around as one of Smitty’s legs but with pecs that had to weigh about a hundred pounds each. “If we’re going to be outside, I’ll need some sunscreen,” Lee groaned, wincing at the sunlight above them.
Smitty nodded, fetching some from the studio. “I can’t reach the front,” Lee said with a shrug. Smitty was happy to oblige, carefully rubbing the thick white cream into each of the mindblowing pecs. The big lunk’s chest twitched when Smitty’s hands first touched it. “Oof! Cold,” Lee said with a shiver.
Smitty just smirked and savored every moment as he rubbed around each of the huge mounds, finally running his thumb up and down the deep crevice between. Lee got a faraway look in his eyes when Smitty touched his nipples. Neither of them realized as Lee’s center of gravity tilted forward, the big meathead toppling over and knocking SMitty out of the way.
“Damn! Keeps happening,” Lee groaned, his pecs still keeping him about two feet away from the ground. The huge athlette rolled around like a flipped turtle, trying to right himself. It was only with extreme effort that Smitty was able to get him back on his feet again.
“Thanks for you help,” Lee said sheepishly after the shoot concluded. As he lumbered away, Smitty pawed at the massive erection Lee’s pecs had thankfully obscured (the big oaf couldn’t see anythign in front of or beneath him at all, luckily for SMitty).
Dominick’s number went right to voicemail. “You sonuvabitch! This software actually changes guy’s bodies? Call me back, I need to know all the details about this!”
The truth was, Smitty didn’t need to know anything further. He stared at the open Wish window on his laptop, possibilities dancing through his mind.
The sun was setting when Smitty pulled into the parking lot of the condominium complex he’d been warned to stay away. Unit 13 was where his target lived: a former model he’d photographed months earlier named Chance. Chance was a 6’5” freak of nature, over 300 pounds of massive muscle with a young bearded face. Their photoshoot had been equisite, as had the drinks afterward, and the incredible sex after that.
The day after their escapade, Chance had called Smitty to inform him of the mistake he’d made. “I have a boyfriend, he’s moving in with me, and we’re going to have a real go at it,” Chance had explained in his deep voice. “So delete my number. It was fun, but it can’t happen again.”
From the parking lot, Smitty had a clear view into the living room of Unit 13. He saw big Chance saunter shirtless past the window, taking a moment to savor that massive body, remembering how it felt to be close to it--how musky he’d smelled as he’d begun to sweat, how much heat poured off all those enormous muscles. His big dick was just as oversized as the rest of him, and Smitty squirmed in his seat as he recalled how it had felt taking all ten inches of it.
Smitty cringed as Chance’s boyfriend Devin appeared in the window. The bald lumbering brute was also shirtless, and Smitty winced as he approached Chance from behind and wrapped his apelike arms around him. “Jesus christ, fucking muscle freaks,” Smitty said, shaking his head as the two giant men pawed at each other like big dumb dogs.
“Good thing this Wish software has a mobile app,” Smitty said as he hopped out of his car, jogging up to the building. He buzzed Unit 13, staring up at the window. Chance’s boyfriend crossed the living room to answer the intercom.
“It’s fucking 8:30,” the massive, hairless man barked. “The fuck do you want?”
“Sorry, we have this, uh, delivery out here for you. We got all turned around on the way to your place, but it’s too expensive for me to just set outside. Should I just bring it back to the post office? You can pick it up at a later date.”
“Fuck,” the brute moaned. “Fine, I’ll come down and grab it.”
Smitty smiled, opening the app. He’d already found Devin’s photo on Chance’s social media. Just a few alterations, he thought, and this should be all taken care of.
“Where’s the package?”
Devin was even more massive in person. Smitty, a respectable 5’10” tall, stared up at the towering freak as he crossed his arms.
“Your name’s Devin, right?” Smitty said, suddenly feeling confident. His thumb rested over the “SAVE CHANGES” button on the Wish app on his phone.
“The fuck are you?” Devin said, balling up his fists.
“I’m the guy who fucked your boyfriend,” Smitty said. He saw Devin rearing back to strike and clicked the button on his phone.
When the punch had been thrown, it came from a 305 pound towering muscle monster, but when it landed, a pudgy 4’11” man stood in his place. The new Devin whimpered and shook his hand, suddenly confused as he found himself looking up at Smitty.
“What the--what the fuck?” Devin said, stumbling backwards. His clothes had shrunk to fit his new body, but now the revealing tank top and sweatpants looked ridiculous on his much smaller frame. The face was the same, the bald head just much pudgier now, and the body was both thin and doughy compared to the enormous beast he’d been just seconds earlier.
Smitty gave the little doughball a shove. Devin grunted and moaned as he hit the ground hard. “There’s a setting,” Smitty said aloud, “that makes it so you can still remember the way things used to be. I wanted to leave it that way for a minute, because I want you to know that I fucking beat you. I made you a small helpless little piece of shit. And now I’m going to go fuck your boyfriend--again.”
Devin scooted backwards, his legs clearly to weak to stand. “Ch-chance? But… but why? Who are you?”
Smitty opened the app again and looked at the open menu, and the checked box behind the “Remember old reality?” setting. He’d spent the afternoon learning the app’s functions, and this one was one of his favorites.
“CHANCE!” Devin finally shouted as he darted for the elevator door, but Smitty clicked the button. The little wimp paused, then looked around, confused. “Where--where am I?” he said. “How did I get here?”
“You were delivering something,” Smitty informed the confused little man. “And you were just leaving.” The pudgy runt shuffled awkwardly for the door, bewildered, not noticing the set of keys he’d dropped in the scuffle.
“Perfect,” Smitty said, holding the electronic FOB on the keychain against the elevator access panel. He smiled as the doors slid open.
Smitty considered knocking on Unit 13’s door, but then realized that he already had the keys. “May as well make myself at home,” he said as he turned the knob and strutted in.
Chance was on the couch watching football, completely unaware that he used to have a live-in boyfriend; those memories had dissolved when Smitty had made the final changes in the app. “Who the fuck--” Chance was on his feet in shock, but his posture relaxed as he recognized the man entering his apartment. “Oh, shit, it’s you… How did you get in here?”
“You gave me a key, remember?” Smitty said, giving the keychain a rattle.
“Uh, I uh…” Chance raised an eyebrow. “I don’t, actually. When did I do that?”
“Do you remember the last time we hung out?” Smitty asked. “Remember how we ended things?”
Chance nodded slowly. “I didn’t think it was professional to be sleeping with a photographer when I’m trying to get my modeling career off the ground,” Chance said. “I told you all this. You really want to rehash it all, now?”
“What if I told you your modeling days were over?” Smitty said.
Chance took a step back. “What is that--a threat?” He took a defensive posture. “Look, man, I”m about two seconds away from calling the police.”
Smitty then clicked the app, applying the changes he’d made in the elevator. In a flash, Chance doubled in size--but only in width. His body bloated out with about a hundred pounds of extra mass. He growled as his sweatpants burst apart, his feet pushed in opposite directions by his rapidly swelling quads. Enormous lats sprouted up, pushing his inflating arms away from his body. Chance’s chest blew up until it was almost as big as Lee’s. It looked far less absurd than Lee’s, however, thanks to the fact that all of his other bodyparts had enlarged in sync with them.
“Fuck--what the…” Chance stumbled unsteadily as he tried to balance his new center of gravity. Thick, hefty glutes pulled him back as his bulging and flexing pec muscles made him tilt forward. The massive stud’s feet were so apart, thanks to his 60 inch quads, that he felt like he could fall at any moment. He wobbled his tree trunk arms, trying to steady himself, as all of his newfound size seemed to pull him in opposite directions.
“Y’know, strangely/” Smitty said as he admired the pile of muscle he’d created. “You still look kinda sexy. Someone could actually want to photograph you, and I promised you your modeling career would be finished. So let’s make a few changes…” He swabbed his thumb across the photo of Chance on his phone, using the melting tool on the face, then applied the changes. Chance groaned as he felt his facial features melting and twisting. When it was over, he had a thick neanderthal brow and a heavy underbite. His All-American athlete face was now replaced by something that looked bovine. Two thick teeth protruded from his lower lip like tusks..
“Wow, you’re a real freak now,” Smitty said. Chance clearly couldn’t see his new horrifying visage, but by his expression it was clear it wasn’t a pretty sight.
“How the… fuck are you… doing this?” Chance groaned, his voice now twisted and warbly, matching his monstrous features.
“And that big cock,” Smitty said. With a few tweaks on the app, Chance’s dick started to plump up despite his discomfort. Smitty made it twenty inches long and rock hard, then applied the changes; Chance’s real-life cock responded in kind, now hideous in its monstrous size but throbbing with need.
“Oh, fuck,” Chance moaned. “Oh god, why am I… so…”
“Hard? Because I want you to be,” Smitty said. “And when I click this button right here, you’re going to think you’ve always been like this--a mountain of muscle with a face you can never show in public, and a dick so big it’s practically useless with gigantic balls just pumping your overgrown body with more and more testosterone to blow you up bigger and bigger…”
Chance fell forward now, the aching need from his cock bringing him to his knees. Tears had formed in his eyes. Smitty reached out and wiped one away.
“Don’t worry, my freaky prince. One more change and I’ll make this whole new look feel normal to you.” With a few taps on the app, Chance’s already huge rear end started to rise like bread dough. While rippling body was nothing but tight, sinewy muscle, his ass started to fill out with plump softness until it was a massive, jiggly hump. Smitty gave the juicy rump, the size of the back of a van, a slap.
“Perfect,” Smitty said. “Now let’s make all this permanent.”
